call me out! (master post)

[queensland]

 



♛ refer to the list above for active muses.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

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[whatchampion]

Sarcastic? Hawke? Never. Still, apparently this wasnt another day for Hawke to get clocked around the head by an aggravated woman, for which he spared a small thanks to whatever deity was looking out for him. Perhaps all that time making a fool of himself around Miss Elegant was paying off. Anyway, he wouldn't have liked to test Marian's fist; good genetics meant Garrett was well-built, but he suspected she had more strength in her pinky than in his whole arm. Maybe he should work out more like Carver.

On second thought, maybe not like Carver. The kid had exhibited a distressing tendency to favor shirts with cut-off sleeves and vests. Garrett was happy to disappear into shapeless sweaters.

He didn't say Yes, I knew your name because that would not only be 1) creepy, but also 2) imply he'd spent a lot of time thinking about her. Which absolutely wasn't true, of course, but there wasn't exactly a good way to insert that into the conversation, was there?

"Not common at all!" He answered with a cheerfulness that he hoped didnt sound too forced. "Though I can't say I've ever been to any Hawke family reunions, so I don't know how many more there are out there. And no, for the record, I've never had anyone call campus security on me, though there was one time with the fire department..." He trailed off. "I'm rambling. I do that. Sorry. I think you were supposed to pick these up, actually?" He jiggled the already-addressed box at her meaningfully; something inside gave an ominous tinkle and he paled.

wow this is late. I thought I replied to this :(

[twinfangs]

No, not common at all. And it was such a strange coincidence that they ran into each other here, right? It must have been fate, shoving them together. And now they'd be best friends and escort each other to class!

...Yeah, she wasn't falling for that sort of simple explanation.

"My mother doesn't go to many family reunions either. Not her place." She stuck to the Amell side of things, after all, and she wanted Marian to take part in it as well. But even with a nicer home, all of the luxuries granted to an Amell...she didn't want any of it. Call her ungrateful or spoiled, but she was a Hawke at heart. Her mother reminded her of it every day she saw the woman, scoffing at her stubbornness and hoping her daughter would shake off this phase. Unluckily for her, that wasn't happening.

Her focus shifted back to Garrett, a faint smile playing on her lips. The rambling was sort of cute (in a puppy-dog-cute way, really), and she was caught in it before she realized he was trying to get her attention. "...Oh, is that it?" she asked. A box of miscellaneous, jingling things. Glass. She really needed to ask more in depth questions when it came to these deliveries.

"Thanks. I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, but--" But, there it was. She moved towards him to take the box, stopping at that oh-so-strange tinkle and that look he gave her. She raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong? What's in there?"

NO WORRIES I'm also trying to shorten my tags to make it easier to tag back and forth <3

[whatchampion]

Garrett squinted down at the box in his hands gloomily. "Knowing my luck, probably something expensive and irreplaceable," he muttered, before perking up. "But since Anders was the one who packed it, it's probably his fault if something is broken." The thought was an immensely cheering one. Still, this presented a logical problem of its own-- if just jiggling the package was enough to set its contents rattling, clearly it wasn't fit to be strapped to the back of a motorbike.

Not having his hands free, he used his chin to gesture vaguely back down the corridor. "Do you mind coming with me to the lab so I can repack this? I think we have a few more drawers of bubble wrap somewhere..." Unless Anders had given it to his cat to play with. "It shouldn't take long."